hello love, could you do a mob!tom where the reader is really innocent and pure, and people start to question how tom and reader got together since their completely opposites.
Hello darling! :)
You and Tom sat in the back of the SUV, tinted windows around you so nobody could see what the pair of you were doing inside. The pair of you were unable to keep your mouths and hands off of one another, well mostly Tom couldn’t.
The second he saw you walk down the stairs in the glistening emerald dress, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
The car pulled up outside of the venue and Tom instantly climbed out of the car first so he could help you out. He took your hand like a princess and made sure the small train of your dress wasn’t trapped in the door. He was truly a gentleman - well, he was towards you anyway.
He intertwined his fingers with yours and walked the pair of you up the marble stairs, watching you in the corner of his eyes. You looked like treasure and he was desperate to get inside of the box.
You looked around the room, mouth wide open as you took in the ancient paintings on the ceilings and the walls. There were many couples, dressed in fancy clothes that were not even close to the cost of your dress that Tom bought you.
A waiter approached you and Tom with a detailed silver plate, offering you both a glass of champagne. You smiled and thanked him as you took two glasses, unlike Tom who had a cold expression.
“I can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight.” He placed a hand on your waist and looked you up and down for the millionth time that night.
“Thank you, Tommy.” You whispered as you placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Mr.Holland! It’s so good to see you again.” You both heard a voice yell from behind you.
“Ben. I haven’t seen you in a while.” Tom’s smile dropped as soon as he saw another mobster whereas you had a wide grin plastered across your face.
“Who’s this gem?” Ben asked, taking your hand to kiss it. “A ring?”
“Yeah, she’s my wife.” Tom bragged as he took your hand out of jealousy. You felt him squeeze slightly which meant that he was sorry. He did it a lot every time a mobster approached you.
“I have to ask, how did the pair of you get together? You’re basically polar opposites.” He added as he looked at both of your expressions. You giggled and looked up at Tom.
“We met at a gala.” He said.
“Are you not bothered that he’s a mobster?” Ben asked, looking you up and down.
“Of course not! Why do you think I married him?” You flashed the large diamond attached to your ring finger with a large smile as you showed off your jewelry. “I love him for his personality.” You placed a kiss on Tom’s cheek.
“Well, whatever makes you happy.” Ben nodded.
“We’d better get something to drink.” Tom said through gritted teeth as he intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you away the mobster.
Throughout the evening, the pair of you were asked many times as to how you two met and the fact that you’re opposites.
“They’re just curious, Tommy.” You smiled before sipping from the glass in your hand.
“Maybe I should mention how you’re not so innocent in bed though.” Tom smirked, making you gasp.
“Tom Holland!” You lightly hit his arm before wrapping your arms around his neck just seconds after.
summary: your father is one of the greatest mobsters in the world, meaning you were a high value target. when your father has tom take you under his wing, you knew that things were bound to get ugly.
warnings: mob!au, swearing, fluff, some mentions of anxiety, mentions of kidnapping (if that’s the right term?)
it was dark, so dark that you couldn’t see the front of your hand even if you tried. you tried to move, but it was no use, rope clinging to your skin as it was wounded around the wooden chair tightly. you felt your heart drop, panic settling in as you let out a scream, soon muffled by the duct tape on your mouth.
all of the sudden you were blinded by lights coming on, making you squint as you turned to the side. as soon as your eyes had adjusted, you noticed shadowy silhouettes standing by the lights. you tried moving again, the rope burning into your skin, causing you to flinch.
“well, would you look at that, boys,” the deep voice echoed throughout the empty warehouse,”we caught ourselves a y/l/n.”
a tall figured man stepped towards you, into the light. the bright beams casted upon him, letting his facial structure show. he was dressed in all black, a gun resting on his hip.
“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, coming close as he kneeled down in front of you,”i’ll make it painless.”
you let out muffled sounds, jerking your body in hopes of the rope coming loose, but it was no use. the man chuckled, reaching up to take the duct tape off your mouth. he ripped it off, causing you to wince slightly.
“who the fuck are you, and what do you want?” you spat angirly, hoping to not let the panic show. he chuckled again, the sound sending chills down your spine. you were terrified, but you would dare to show it.
“you don’t remember?” he asked, a cold hearted chuckle leaving his lips right after. you stayed silent, the man taking your silence as an answer.
“well then, let’s consider this our official reunion,” he smiled, his coffee stained teeth showing,”it’s a shame that your own niece would forget about you so easily.”
you jolted awake, gasping deeply as you shot up. you quickly looked around the room, taking in the surroundings as you realized it was your bedroom. you took a deep breath, hoping to relax. you looked over at the clock on the nightstand, the red lights blinking 2:15 a.m.
you sighed, falling back onto the pillows as you ran your hands over your face. your heart was still pounding against your chest, needing a while to calm down.
after laying for a couple minutes, you kicked the covers to the end of the bed, deciding on going downstairs into the kitchen for a glass of water before trying to go back to sleep. you made your way to the door, opening it softly before closing it the same way behind you.
your bare feet padded against the cold tile in the hallway, making you wish you had slipped on a pair of socks before walking out. you heard the sound of the tv from downstairs echoing through the house when you got to the top of the stairs, the light reflecting off the walls. you took the steps one at a time, finally reaching the bottom as you made your way into the living room. you spotted a cluster of messy, chocolate brown hair on the couch, making you smile softly to yourself.
“can’t sleep?” you asked, making him pull his attention away from the movie playing in front of him, to you.
“yeah,” he said,”you?”
you sighed, taking a seat at the other end of the couch,”had a really weird nightmare.”
tom’s eyebrows rose before he grabbed the small, black remote from the armrest of the couch, pressing pause as the frame of the movie came to a halt on the wide screen in front of the both of you.
“wanna talk about it?” he asked, patting the spot next to him. you decided to take him up on his offer, scooting closer to the boy before he draped the warm blanket over you as well, turning so he could look at you properly.
“i was in this abandoned warehouse, it was dark, cold, and i was tied up tightly against a wooden chair,” you started, tom’s eyes staying on your face, listening closely to what you were telling him,”and then out of nowhere, these bright lights turned on and all of these men were standing in front of them. one of them started talking to me, asking if i remembered them and talking about how they ‘finally caught a y/l/n’ or something, then told me that he was my uncle.”
your voice cracked and tom reached out, grabbing your hand into his as you let a small tear slip down your soft cheek, wiping it away with the back of your hand,”i’m sorry.”
“don’t apologize,” he said,”i would be freaked out too, to be honest.”
“it’s just,” you shook your head,”my uncle died when i was nine, i don’t remember much about him, so what made me have a dream about him?”
tom shook his head, his voice soft and calming,”i have no idea, y/n.”
you bit down on your lower lip, more fresh tears falling from your eyes,”i just want all of this be over, tom. i can’t sleep at night, i can’t do anything without second guessing myself, and my anxiety hasn’t been this bad in years. i seriously just can’t deal with this anymore.”
he reached up to your cheeks, the soft skin of his thumb wiping away the fallen tears,”i know, and i’m sorry you even have to go through this. as long as you know you’re safe with me, no one is going to get to you as long as i’m here, okay?”
you nodded, looking over at him, his big, brown eyes meeting yours. he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a warm, inviting hug. you breathed out, clinging onto him as you let tears roll down your cheeks.
“i’m sorry, tom.” you mumbled against his shirt. he shook his head, his hands moving to the small of your back as he stretched his legs out to the rest of the couch.
“stop apologizing, darling.”
he pulled you onto his chest, the two of you now laying down on the cream colored sofa. you rested between his legs, head resting against his chest. you could hear his heartbeat under your ear, calming down your nerves.
“hey, tom,” you said, looking up at him. he shifted, looking down at you as one of his hands played with the soft strands of your hair.
“hmm?” he hummed out.
“thank you.” you said, eyes meeting his. he nodded, sending you a soft smile as he pulled you a little closer.
